Bass! How low can you go? Death row what a knows Once again, is the incredible Rhyme
The D. Public Enemy number one Five-O "Freeze!" and I got numb I tell 'em that I really never had a gun? But it's the wax the Terminator X spun
Now they got me in a cell, 'cause my they sell 'Cause a brother like me "Well, a prophet and I think you ought to listen to he can say to you, what you ought to do"
Follow for now, to the people say "Make a D, pump the lyrical" is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, y'all, here we go again
Turn it up! tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Never badder than bad, the brother is madder than mad At the fact that's as a senator Soul on a roll, but you treat it soap on a rope 'Cause the beats in the are so dope
Listen for lessons I'm saying music the critics are blasting me for They'll never for the brothers and sisters Now across the has us up for the war
We got to demonstrate, on now They're gonna have to till we get it right Radio Stations I question their They themselves black, but we'll see if they play this
it up! Bring tha noise! Turn it up! tha noise!
Get from in front of me, the runs to me My deejay is warm, he's X, I him Norm, ya know He can cut a record side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer a suicide
Soul control, beat is the father of rock n' roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you a band, man Makin' a music, it, but you can't do it, ya know You call 'em demos, but we limos, too
gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, beat is for Ono Run DMC first said a deejay could be a Stand on feet, get you out your seat
Beat is for B, and L.L. as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can bells Ever forever, universal, it sell for me to exit, Terminator X-it
Turn it up! tha noise! it up! Bring tha noise!
From to coast, so you stop being like a comatose 'Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a dose Rock with some pizzazz, it will last why you Roll with the rock stars, still get accepted as
We got to the fifth, we can investigate Don't to wait, get the record straight Hey, posse's in effect, got the Flavor X to sign checks, to get paid
We got to check it out down on the A magazine or two is dissing me and you Yeah, I'm you